Is it that he dislikes being so close to strangers, or is he similar to Thirteen?

He Yue forcefully pulled her hand back and looked at him coldly.

Thirteen, who was overjoyed, suddenly froze, his smile gradually fading as he frowned at her: "Madam, what's wrong?"

Thirteen rarely called her "Fujin" (a title of respect for the emperor), and never did he use such a practiced tone as if he had called her that countless times.

Hailan and Yuying looked at her with confusion.

Nothing is right. This isn't her world, nor is it an ordinary dream!

Heyue covered her head, shook it vigorously, and suddenly stood up, backing away. She looked at Thirteen in front of her with a panicked and wary expression, then at Hailan Yuying beside her, her lips tightly pursed.

My mind raced with speculation: Could this be another dream? But why am I becoming another Zhao Jia and Yue?

How can she get back to where she used to be?

Thirteen finally noticed something was wrong with her, his brows furrowed tightly, his gaze deep and sharp.

As she watched, she suddenly looked confused, took a step forward, and He Yue subconsciously stepped back.

Thirteen paused, a smile suddenly appearing on his face, but that smile inexplicably sent a chill down He Yue's spine.

He reached out his hand, his gaze softening: "My dear, my wife, what's wrong? Come here to me."

He Yue looked at him coldly. His inconsistent attitude puzzled her and made her even more wary. She refused to get close to him no matter what.

"My lord, the Fujin (princess) may be feeling unwell. She seemed a bit off when she woke up today. Please don't hold it against her," Hailan hurriedly explained to Thirteen, afraid that he would blame her.

Yu Ying also looked at Thirteen with a tense and worried expression.

Thirteen raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and his smile widened: "You may all step back."

Hailan and Yuying hesitated, but seeing Thirteen's suddenly darkening expression, they dared not linger any longer. With worried and anxious glances, they gestured to Heyue and then withdrew.

"Madam, why are you so afraid?" Thirteen approached her slowly, his excitement evident in his eyes, yet he tried to speak gently, as if afraid of frightening her.

He Yue didn't understand, but she subconsciously sensed danger.

From their two previous meetings, He Yue knew that Thirteen, who had experienced hardship, was even more difficult to deal with and more cunning than herself.

She didn't understand why she had come here, but she couldn't change her mind about staying away from him.

However, it wouldn't be appropriate to say anything right now, lest he discover her weakness. So, seeing him pressing closer, Heyue forced a smile and said, "I'm not feeling well. I apologize for neglecting you, sir. I'll go back to my room now. Please make yourself at home."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the house, slammed the door shut, leaned against the door panel, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Thirteen, standing outside, was taken aback, his face showing surprise, before he laughed again, his eyes revealing amusement and determination.

If Heyue saw this, she would definitely get goosebumps all over.

Her thirteenth birthday celebration would never have resulted in such an expression.

Inside the room, Heyue was extremely nervous, frantically trying to figure out how to leave. Countless times she closed her eyes, screaming in her heart, "I want to go back, I want to go back!" But when she opened her eyes again, the scene was still the same.

Heyue sat on the ground, covering her head, extremely agitated.

Suddenly, she wondered how she was doing in the real world, now that she was here. Had Thirteen noticed she was gone?

If they found out, they would definitely panic and get nervous, right?

Thinking about this, I couldn't calm down no matter what.

I listened carefully to the sounds outside again, but everything was calm as before. It seemed he had left.

My heart finally settled down.

Thinking that perhaps she would be able to go back soon, after all, it had been the same the previous times, the only difference being that the previous two times she was in a soul state, but this time she had directly transformed into another Zhao Jia and Yue.

If I were to possess her body, what about the other Zhao Jia and Yue? Wouldn't they take over my body?

Thinking of this, He Yue felt terrible. If that were the case, wouldn't Thirteen be treating that girl as himself?

Would he do something to the other woman?

Heyue bit her fingers and paced frantically around the room, her desire to go home growing stronger.

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Meanwhile, Thirteen Eyes, seeing that Heyue was still unconscious, had a suspicion in his mind.

To avoid disappointment and alarming the palace, Thirteen did not summon the imperial physicians, but instead sent someone to fetch a doctor.

The doctor arrived quickly and took Heyue's pulse through the curtain. After a while, he shook his head and said there was nothing wrong with her.

Thirteen was inevitably disappointed, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He ordered someone to give the doctor a reward and then saw him off.

However, he noticed something was amiss. The doctor had been there for quite some time, but Heyue showed no signs of waking up, perhaps because she was sleeping too soundly.

So he carefully walked to the bedside, lifted the curtain, hesitated for a long time, and then gently patted her cheek, softly calling, "Heyue, wake up..."

He called out several times, but the person lying there remained motionless, sleeping peacefully. Thirteen frowned, a vague unease creeping into his heart.

Undeterred, he continued to gently pat her cheeks, even picking her up and calling her name again and again.

Even after the meal was over, Heyue was still fast asleep. When we put her down, her body limply returned to its original position.

Thirteen then panicked.

He hugged her tightly, shaking her violently, his face pale as he cried out, "Heyue, wake up! Don't scare me, wake up..."

The person before him was like a soulless shell, limp, with eyes tightly closed, and unresponsive.

An overwhelming panic gripped his heart. He hurriedly got out of bed, called for someone to come in, and ordered someone to go to the palace to summon the imperial physician.

After all, the palace was quite a distance from the prince's residence, and it was already completely dark when the imperial physician arrived.

Thirteen, disregarding the need for the imperial physician to pay his respects, dragged the fifty-something-year-old physician straight to Heyue's bedside: "Let's see what's wrong with the Fujin?"

The imperial physician dared not delay and quickly sat down. Hailan took out her gentle hand, placed a silk handkerchief under it, and stared intently at the imperial physician.

After a long while, the imperial physician frowned and stood up, reporting, "The Thirteenth Princess Consort is perfectly healthy with no abnormalities whatsoever."

"Then why hasn't the Princess Consort woken up?" Thirteen didn't believe it and suspected that the imperial physician hadn't done his job properly. He looked very angry.

The imperial physician gave a helpless, bitter smile: "Your Highness, this servant diagnosed based on the Princess Consort's pulse. Her pulse is normal and strong. There is no way this servant could be lying. If Your Highness summons any other imperial physician here, the result will be the same."

Thirteen was completely blank and seemed unable to hear anything.

Undeterred, they sent another imperial physician to the palace overnight, but the result was the same.

This matter finally alarmed the emperor, who sent someone to inquire. After learning the details, the emperor ordered the imperial physicians to conduct a thorough diagnosis, leaving no room for carelessness.

The imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy dared not shirk their duties, but they were still unable to diagnose the cause.

The next day, Thirteen, with stubble on his chin, pale face, and bluish-gray under his eyes, sat by the bed, holding Heyue's hand tightly, his gaze never leaving her peaceful sleeping face, his whole body radiating endless sorrow.

Even the imperial physicians couldn't bear to see it, thinking to themselves that the Thirteenth Prince was indeed deeply in love with his Thirteenth Princess.